Angel got in early. She looked at the BOLOs that were left on her desk. They were the results of the crimes that had happened the night before; all the detectives got copies. She looked them over as she sipped her coffee. The first one read like a dime-store novel.

Wanted: For armed robbery. Male Hispanic, wearing a white tee shirt, blue jeans, sneakers, and a red bandana that was used to cover his face.

Angel had to chuckle thinking about how she used to dress just like that. Maybe she would have been a suspect. The next one was intriguing. She couldn’t help cracking a smile as she read on, not that crime is funny, but this was Karma funny.

Mr. Rosario, well, he’s still out there for now. But Bobby and Angel know he has to be lucky all the time, but they just have to be lucky once. What they didn’t know was that a big fat can of worms would open up when Carlos was apprehended.